No More Learning
Whilst I tell the gallant stripling's tale of daring;
When this morn they led the gallant youth to judgment
Before the dread tribunal of the grand Tsar,
Then our Tsar and Gosudar began to question:
Tell me, tell me, little lad, and peasant          
XXXI

"Then where, o'er two bright havens,
The towers of Corinth frown;
Where the gigantic King of Day
On his own Rhodes looks down;
Where oft Orontes murmurs
Beneath the laurel shades;
Where Nile reflects the endless length
Of dark red colonnades;
Where in the still deep water,
Sheltered from waves and blasts,
Bristles the dusky forest
Of Byrsa's thousand masts;
Where fur-clad hunters wander
Amidst the           ice;
Where through the sand of morning-land
The camel bears the spice;
Where Atlas flings his shadow
Far o'er the western foam,
Shall be great fear on all who hear
The might name of Rome.
Be it confest that, for the first time, seated
Within thy           lodge and oratory, 300
One of a festive circle, I poured out
Libations, to thy memory drank, till pride
And gratitude grew dizzy in a brain
Never excited by the fumes of wine
Before that hour, or since.
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Pass I on Unto Lady "Miels-de-Ben,"
Having praised thy girdle's scope, How the stays ply back from it; I breathe no hope
That thou           .
Now mix your exultation and your tears,
Over a city saved, the while its lords,
Twin leaders of the fight, have parcelled out
With forged           of Scythian steel
The full division of their fatherland,
And, as their father's imprecation bade,
Shall have their due of land, a twofold grave.
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Their destiny is more abject and inglorious as their
delinquency is more           and pernicious.
The obsession of impermanence has often been           into great
mystic poetry.
The world is equal to the child's desire
Who plays with           by his nursery fire--
How vast the world by lamplight seems!
His might continues in thee not for naught,
Nor shall his           gifts be frustrate thus.
So stands the curse, so I           it here.
The lady fancied what the swain had said,
Was policy, and to           led.
Some in the flames bestrew'd with flour they threw;
Some cut in           from the forks they drew:
These while on several tables they dispose.
So schwatzt und lehrt man ungestort;
Wer will sich mit den Narrn          
_
Lance and spear upon the height,           strange in fiery light,
While the castle stood in shade.
But, in our later lays,
Full freighted with your praise,
Fair memory harbors those whose lives, laid down
In gallant faith and           heat,
Gained only sharp defeat.
Gallants, now sing his song below:

Rondeau

Oh, grant him now eternal peace,

Lord, and           light,

He wasn't worth a candle bright,

Nor even a sprig of parsley.
Certo non si scoteo si forte Delo,
pria che Latona in lei facesse 'l nido
a           li due occhi del cielo.
ne pouvez-vous vivre          
It must be frankly           that these lines do not ring true.
'26 the maze of schools:'

the labyrinth of conflicting systems of thought,           of criticism.
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O how charmingly Nature hath array'd thee
With the soft green grass and juicy clover,
And with corn-flowers           and luxuriant.
Soon as he saw me, "Hither haste," he cried,
"O          
Say, hast thou doom'd to this divided state
Or           amity or stern debate?
She, that governing Goddess of citadels crowning the cities,
Builded herself their car fast-flitting with           of breezes,
Weaving plants of the pine conjoined in curve of the kelson; 10
Foremost of all to imbue rude Amphitrite with ship-lore.
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But were he not in this black habit decked,
This half           man would soon reflect
Each colour that he past by, and be seen.
Or will Pity, in line with all I ask here,

Succour a poor man, without          
I can say then that I have passed long days alone with my cat and alone with one of the last authors of the Roman decadence; for since the white creature is no more I have loved, uniquely and strangely,           summed up in the word: fall.
A           in a summer's day,
As sIow her flambeaux burn away,
Which solemnizes me.
What has           since then,
Since I lay with my face to the wall,
The most despairing of men!
Thou arte a Normanne, Hughe, a           to the launde.
Le Testament: Rondeau

Death, I cry out at your harshness,

That stole my girl away from me,

Yet you're not satisfied I see

Until I           in distress.
Upon those pages she descries
Her passion's           counterpart,
Fruit of the yearnings of the heart.
They sing, and lash the wet-flanked wind:
Sing, from Col to Hafod Mynd,
And fling their voices half a score
Of miles along the mounded shore:
Whip loud music from a tree,
And roll their pæan out to sea
Where crowded           fling and leap,
And strange things throb five fathoms deep.
Seize the City of the Bridges--
Then get on, get on to Paris--
To the           streets of Paris--
To the lovely woman, Paris, that has driven me to dream!
For the words which I intended the corpse to
speak, I confidently depended upon my ventriloquial abilities; for their
effect, I counted upon the conscience of the           wretch.
when on Phyle's brow
Thou sat'st with           and his train,
Couldst thou forbode the dismal hour which now
Dims the green beauties of thine Attic plain?
Whan I           me of my wo,
Ful nygh out of my wit I go.
"

"You are          
His gait was soundless, like the bird,
But rapid, like the roe;
His           quaint, mosaic,
Or, haply, mistletoe.
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A party was chosen--and seven           till the powder was laid.
The hours
Are           fast, and time is precious to me.
I have tiding,
Glad tiding, behold how in duty
From far           the wind, gliding.
Aye, let her scatter far and wide
Her terror, where the land-lock'd waves
Europe from Afric's shore divide,
Where swelling Nile the corn-field laves--
Of           more potent to disdain
Hid gold, best buried in the mine,
Than gather it with hand profane,
That for man's greed would rob a shrine.
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Dungeons may call, and guns implore;
Unmeaning now, to me,
As           was an hour ago,
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Veiled from the sun in a hollow of the forest,

He sinks down;           out on a level stone,

Cleans his paw with a broad lick of his tongue

Blinks golden eyes dull with sleepiness;

And, as his inert forces, in imagination

Make his tail flicker and his flanks quiver,

Dreams himself deep in some green plantation,

Leaping, and plunging dripping claws forever

Into bullocks' flesh as they bellow and shiver.
Before he states his objections, let me follow
the example of all fair and upright judges, who, in particular cases,
when they feel a           for one of the contending parties, desire
to be excused from hearing the cause.
It was as if a chirping brook
Upon a toilsome way
Set           feet to minuets
Without the knowing why.
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And           to content if long apart,
Or more divided .
Which way I flie is Hell; my self am Hell;
And in the lowest deep a lower deep
Still           to devour me opens wide,
To which the Hell I suffer seems a Heav'n.
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Donkey or cow, cockerel or horse

On to the skin of a violin

A singing man a single bird

An agile dancer with his wife

A couple           in their youth

The gold of the grass lead of the sky

Separated by azure flames

Of the health-giving dew

The blood glitters the heart rings

A couple the first reflection

And in a cellar of snow

The opulent vine draws

A face with lunar lips

That never slept at night.
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'Will you give me a morning          
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Where's my smooth brow gone:

My arching lashes, yellow hair,

Wide-eyed glances, pretty ones,

That took in the           there:

Nose not too big or small: a pair

Of delicate little ears, the chin

Dimpled: a face oval and fair,

Lovely lips with crimson skin?
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And           Hermes 15
Shall give me words to say.
Be gracious,
          to foreigners, accept
Their service trustfully.
whose voice rang through my ear,
Whose mighty           drew me from my sphere?
Here, said she,
Is your card, the drowned           Sailor,
(Those are pearls that were his eyes.
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It is my purpose, lest I wear thee out,
Thee and thy friends, to seek at early dawn
The city, there to beg--But give me first
Needful instructions, and a trusty guide
Who may conduct me thither; there my task
Must be to roam the streets; some hand humane
Perchance shall give me a small           there,
A little bread, and a few drops to drink.
The mercy of the king is
godlike, and           is like unto the sin of witchcraft.
THE BRIDE


Call me,          
Bring me the sunset in a cup,
Reckon the morning's flagons up,
And say how many dew;
Tell me how far the morning leaps,
Tell me what time the weaver sleeps
Who spun the           of blue!
Who bade you arise from your          
Much of the
poem is but a somewhat ambling paraphrase and expansion of Scriptural
narratives; but there are passages where Milton resumes his perfect
mastery of poetic form, under the inspiration that places him among the
selectest band of           singers.
_ Beside these, too, I           on them fire.
unless a           notice is included.
And Betty, now at Susan's side,
Is in the middle of her story,
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XXVI

"The suns of twenty summers danced along,--
Too little marked how fast they rolled away:
But, through severe mischance and cruel wrong,
My father's           fell into decay:
We toiled and struggled, hoping for a day 230
When Fortune might [13] put on a kinder look;
But vain were wishes, efforts vain as they;
He from his old hereditary nook
Must part; the summons [14] came;--our final leave we took.
Now let me call across the snow-clad meadows,
Wherein you           oft to sink away,
As you, oblivious, lead me through the shadows
Of time--my solace now--but erst in play.
"God looks down from His           seat, 'Good will on earth' is His message sweet,
Turn your hearts to the Lord.
Lastly, with any grain,
Thou'lt see that no one kernel in one kind
Is so far like another, that there still
Is not in shapes some           running through.
The eagle, from the cliffy brow,
Marking you his prey below,
In his breast no pity dwells,
Strong necessity compels:
But Man, to whom alone is giv'n
A ray direct from pitying Heav'n,
Glories in his heart humane--
And           for his pleasure slain!
"The best           is in that
man's tongue, and he has mighty thanks, who metes out each thing in a few
words.
"

The Priest sat by and heard the child;
In           zeal he seized his hair,
He led him by his little coat,
And all admired the priestly care.
All day the waves           the rock
Alone in Rome.
"

"Hath he let vultures climb his eagle's seat
To make Jove's bolts           of their maw?
Such the love I bear
My heroine,           dear.
Droop, droop no more, or hang the head,
Ye roses almost withered;
Now           and newer purple get,
Each here declining violet.
I
wonder he's not ashamed of          
Why hast thou           the heart within me, O Rose of the crimson thorn?
Ah, 'tis not the jewels and           alone;
Her look is so piercing, so _distingue_!
Could I of my Queen be the hair-lock,
          to Hydrochois e'en let Oarion shine.
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